Above all, don't lie to yourself.
It was not my intention to collapse; no, I would die standing
the path to becoming perfect means going through Hell
only by coming to terms with this threat, confronting it undaunted, can a free life unfold
I shall wait for you in death's halls, my Love
parched earth loves the rain
The blame of those your better, The hate of those you guard.
I would be a coward if I saw truth attacked and yet remained silent
there is something outside computation in human understanding
'Look', I said to him, 'you may be tossing golden crowns studded with diamonds to other people, but the way that you throw them can smash heads'
only that which is, or is becoming, alien can be rediscovered
How much evil must we do in order to do good?
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is bleeding to death
I am not a prophet. I am a farmer; the land has been my livelihood since my youth
frequently wrong, never in doubt
we value morality because only honest men can ever be scientific
When we act, we create our own reality. And while you're busy studying that reality—we'll act again
by our attention we gain the world, and the world becomes a home
That this foreign being, and the still more foreign things he has mixed himself with, be brought back, and out, into us, is a matter of sacred, iron destiny.
without vision the people perish
